Not with the Olympic season coming and my focus already thin.
I gather my things and open the door, bracing myself for the shit the guys will give me for not returning before the morning light.
I shoot one more glance inside the room.
The crumpled sheets silent, just as the statement I am not about to make.
With a deep sigh, I shut the door, the sound echoing through the hallway.
***
Salzburg, September 25
Katharina
The mountains outside my window are perfect.Postcard-perfect.And about as warm as heartbreak.Sharp blue sky, fresh snow on the peaks.Perfect.And completely indifferent to human heartache.
I'm on the couch in sweatpants, mug in hand, tryingnotto reread the same skiing article for the third time.It's about Thomas Kern, of course.Another flawless training session, another stunning sponsor contract.Another media quote about how focused he seems before the season even starts.
I close the tab, grab the mug, and find the coffee in it cold.
So long did I spend rereading the article, throat tight, eyes stinging, and heart racing.
What am I doing?
It was just one night.Just a dinner.Just a sunrise.Not that we watched it.Too busy pretending it meant nothing.
It's not that I'd expect roses and perfumes.If I had thought there was a chance for something more with him orwantedanything more, I wouldn't have jumped into bed with him so soon.I saw a chance and took it.I didn’t even care if he knew my name.Though it was kind of adorable, how he kept avoiding it—too embarrassed to admit he never caught it.
I sigh.Cute.Brilliant.Fascinating.And gone.
My phone buzzes.
Maddie:Remember that team comms job I told you about?They're finally hiring.You NEED to apply NOW.
I stare at the screen, heart thudding.
Am I this excited about a job or the bed stuff?
No, Katharina, this is a chance of a lifetime.
Right, and like hell will I let one cocky smile and sculpted body ruin it for me.I will apply, and I will get the job.
And Thomas Kern?He can wait.My future won’t.
Chapter 1
The Spark Line
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Shania Twain: That Don´t Impress Me Much
